It had rained the whole night. It was still drizzling when I woke up in the morning. It was cloudy and cold. Since there was no fieldwork that day, Naani came to do the housework after the rain stopped. She pretended as though nothing happened. I noticed that the top button of her blouse was undone and as she bent down sweeping the floor, her big boobs were literally jumping out of her blouse. As she came near me, I caught her breasts and gently squeezed them, another first for me. She did not resist but in mock anger said, "Shhhβ¦. Granny is hereβ¦. You come to the pump house to day at 6.00 in the evening and wait for me. When I give you the signal come out and join meβ¦" she instructed me as she continued sweeping.
At that moment Granny came and sat beside me and we started chatting about various things. After some time I went to my room to read. I looked about for Naani but she was nowhere in sight. I was thinking about the evening all the time. Some how the afternoon went by. Not wanting to arouse Granny's suspicion, I told her I was going for a walk, and left the house at 5.30 in the evening. Going out by the front gate I detoured back to the pump house, opened it, entered and waited for Naani.
Around 6.00 she came. To my utter disappointment, there was another girl, may be a couple of years younger to her, with her. To day they did not bring any clothes to wash. They were chatting loudly and laughing. They left their fresh clothes on the dry upper steps and stood at the water's edge still talking, but now softly. Naani unhooked her blouse and started removing her bra. The other girl also followed suit. They were both topless now. Although her friend was slimmer, her breasts were nevertheless moderately large and stood out prominently. Then both of them started removing their mundus and became as naked as the day they were born.
Naani sat on the washing stone and said loudly, "Bring the oil container, Devi."
Devi, (that was her friend's name then) took a small oil container and sat behind the naked Naani. She started applying oil to Naani's hair and then her shoulders and all the way down to her back. Naani stood up. Devi continued to apply oil to her thighs and legs. Devi then stood up, turned Naani to face her and started to anoint her neck and then her breasts, over which she lingered for some time, and abdomen. She then kneeled in front of Naani, dipped her hand into the oil container and applied it to Naani's thick bush. Naani was now getting hot. She held on to Devi's head and spread her legs. Devi began to rub Naani's mould in a circular manner. Then she rubbed along the slit. Then she inserted two fingers into Naani's cunt and started fucking it in a slow and deep motion.
This was more than a routine bath. These two must be more than friends. They were lesbians, country lesbians, and in live action before me. My prick was engorged to the maximum. I dared not touch it, for fear of instant discharge. I continued to watch then. In the still silent evening, these two were lost in a world of their own.
Naani had one leg over Devi's shoulder and Devi was now licking the bushy cunt before her. I could not see her tongue, but her face was buried deep in Naani's bush. Jus as suddenly, Naani stopped Devi, and picking up the oil container began to anoint Devi. She made Devi stand up with her back to the steps. As she was giving her a rub down, she signaled me in the pump house, asking me to cone down. As I silently made my way to the women, I saw Naani hugging Devi and implanting kisses on her cheeks, while massaging her buttocks. As I neared them I removed my shirt and lungi and became nude. I slid behind Devi and sandwiched her between Naani, my erect prick poking her buttock cleft. This must have shocked her, for Devi let out a sharp scream and jumped. Naani covered her mouth and asked her to stop screaming. Turning round and finding me there all totally naked, she made a dash for her clothes and made a futile attempt to cover her nudity.